Rich Prick – Tijan Page 0,94
kept my hands in my pockets.
I needed a drink.
“Yo.” Zeke came from next door, carrying rum, a bottle of Coke, two cups, and a bag of ice thrown over his shoulder. We had set up a table just outside my camper, and he put everything down. “You look ready to tear your brother’s face off already.”
He began pouring, and I reached around, taking the bag of ice.
I filled one cup, and Zeke rotated them.
I put ice in the already poured cup and set the bag back down.
Zeke took his drink, sitting by the table, and cupped his hand around his mouth. “Conway, you and your pussy friend get to make the fire.”
Conway and Ashlome glared at us.
“What the hell?” Conway threw up a middle finger.
Zeke leaned forward, waving his own. “That’s what you get for doing what you’ve been doing the last two weeks. Like there wasn’t going to be a comeuppance? Fucking crazy if you thought that.”
I loved my best friend. A lot.
Both guys transferred their glares to me before stomping off.
Zeke leaned back, holding his cup up, and I met it with mine.
“Salud.”
Zeke nodded, taking a slurp from his. “You think cops come around with drug dogs?”
I froze. “You didn’t.”
He laughed. “No, but I kinda wish I’d brought something—something soft, you know?”
I could only shake my head. “No way.”
“You used to.”
“That was before I had Aspen.”
He let out a sigh. “Never again?”
My answer was firm. “No way. Not unless she leaves me one day.”
“Shit, B. You’re talking like you’re married.”
Married? No. But I needed her. I knew it. I leaned forward, my drink in hand. “I’m not going to go to a dark place or anything. It isn’t like that.”
“I know. If there’s anyone who could survive the worst of the worst, it’s you.”
“Yeah.” Fucking Griffith. I hated him.
“You talked to your brother at all since that night?” Zeke asked.
I glanced over, not answering.
Zeke was watching their trailer.
The girls were making Aspen laugh.
My chest loosened a little, seeing that.
“It was a good call inviting them,” he noted.
I sucked air through my teeth. Yeah. I hated admitting it, but he was right. I grunted in response.
Zeke laughed. “Yeah. This is going to be a fun night. I’m not even here for the dune racing.”
“Shut up.”
He laughed louder.
I wanted to shove his chair over, but I didn’t. See? I was growing.
After the fire was going, Zeke and Brian got the grills going.
Penny and her girls had helped get the food ready to go, and I was at the table, loading up a plate when I glanced back.
Daniels was right behind me.
She had her own plate, with a hot dog on it and nothing else. She never had been a big eater.
“You didn’t have to invite two watchdogs to stand guard over your girlfriend,” she said.
I picked up my drink and headed back toward my camper.
As I sat at my table, Mara followed me. She sat down where Zeke had been sitting earlier, putting her plate on the table.
She wanted to have this talk.
Fine. Let’s talk.
“What do you want?” I asked.
Air escaped her in a burst, and she rolled her eyes. “God. For you to give a damn?”
“I did, before you threatened someone I care about. It stopped then.”
She studied me, a flash of pain tightened her face before she squashed it. She lowered her head. “Yeah. I’m seeing that, but do you really blame me?”
“Yes.”
Her head snapped back up.
I knew I was cold, but she’d threatened Aspen. What’d she expect? “She’s blameless, and you know that. And I never lied to you. I never promised you anything.”
“But if I had slept with someone else, you would’ve stopped touching me.”
I inclined my head. “Yeah, and that was on you to choose. You knew I didn’t want to date you. Before Aspen, I didn’t want to date anyone. I wasn’t lying about that. How you chose to respond is on you.” I lowered my voice. “You’ve been fucking two guys thinking I’ll give a shit about it? That’s stupid and reckless, for you.”
Her face twisted, and she started to cry.
That got me. Regret sliced through me, because I did care about Mara, but I didn’t care enough. That was the problem, and she knew it. She just didn’t want to accept it. But Ashlome and Conway? Neither of those guys was going to make her his girlfriend.
“Mara.” I sighed, but I couldn’t touch her. I wouldn’t, and not just because of Aspen. It was for Mara too.
“I just didn’t—” She stopped.
We’d been